Assignment for Creative Writing. We had to write about our childhood, or just childhood in general. This is a little depressing, about the world we lived in as children, apart from reality, when we didn't care about anything but the fantasy in our minds.

"He sits down on the hay bale and pulls you into his lap, rocking you like your mother used to and only a best friend could, his lips on your hair as you sob your heart out for the criminal unfairness of the world." Please R&R! (One-shot)

this was written in my mind during 100 IM. but by the time i got home it had been mostly forgotten, so now it is just kind of an abstract concept thought up by overexposure to chlorine stitched together with jumbled-up metaphors. rated for reality.